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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.