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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
UT,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
MC5,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.