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 Lucia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.