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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Scion,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.