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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.