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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.