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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.