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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Index,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.