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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.