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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mexico City and London.
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 oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.