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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.