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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.