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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.