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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.