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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.