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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.