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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.