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 Hungary 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Cymande to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
UT,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.