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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Hashim,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.