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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Urselle to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.