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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.