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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.