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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.