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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.