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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.