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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.