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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.