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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.