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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.