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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.