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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Brick,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.