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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.