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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.