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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.