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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.