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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.