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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.