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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skriet 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.