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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.