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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.