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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.