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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.