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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Q65 to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.