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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.