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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.