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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Yaz,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Slave,
Monolake,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.