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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Index,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.