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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.