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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.