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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.