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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Smoke to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.