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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
ABC,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.