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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
The Slits,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
The Remains,
The Busters,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.