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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.