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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.