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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
X-101,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.