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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Darondo,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.