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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.