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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Interpol,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.