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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.