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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.