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 Zimbabwe 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Wire,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.