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 Malawi and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.