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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
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.