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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.