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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.