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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Little Man,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.