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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.