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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.