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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.