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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.