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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Litter to the grime 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.