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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.