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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.