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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.