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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.