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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
AZ,
10cc,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.