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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.