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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.