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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Gong,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
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.