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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.