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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.