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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.