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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.