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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.