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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.