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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Main Source,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.