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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Cluster 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Nas,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.