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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Pole,
the Association,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.