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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
UT,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.