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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.