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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Liliput,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.