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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.