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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.