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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.