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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.