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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Magma,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.