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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.