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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Organ,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.