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 Cape Verde 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.