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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.