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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.