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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.