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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.