Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.