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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Monks to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.