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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.