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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.