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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.