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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.