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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.