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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.