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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.