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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.