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 India and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.