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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.