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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.