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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Swans,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.