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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Crime,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.