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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.