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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Nas,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.