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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.