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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yaz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.