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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.