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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.