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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.