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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
X-101,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.