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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
MC5,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.