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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.