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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.