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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.