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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.