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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.