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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.