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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.