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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.