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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.