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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.