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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.