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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.