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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.