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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Cameo,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.