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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Scion,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.