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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.