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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.