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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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.