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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.