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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.