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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.