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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.