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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.