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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.