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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.