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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.