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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Index,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.