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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.