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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Yaz,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.