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 Zimbabwe 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.