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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.