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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.