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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.