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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.