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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.