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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.