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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.