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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.