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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Motions,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.