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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.