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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.