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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.