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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.