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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Faust,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.