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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.