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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.