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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.