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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.