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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.