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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.