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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.