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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.