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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
X-102,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.