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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.