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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.