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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
MDC,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.