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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Technova,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.