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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
The Move,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
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The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.