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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.