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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.