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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.