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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.