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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
ABC,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.