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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
UT,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.