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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.