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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Main Source,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.