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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Scion,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.