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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.