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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.