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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.