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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.