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 Nauru 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.