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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.