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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.