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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.