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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.