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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Magma,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.