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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.