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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.