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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.