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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.