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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.