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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.