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 Somalia and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '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 The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.