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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.