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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.