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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.