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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.