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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.