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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City 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?
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.