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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.