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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.