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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.