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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.