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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.