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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.