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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 Dead C to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.