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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Television,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.