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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Kayak,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
JFA,
John Holt,
Index,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.