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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.