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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Motorama,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.