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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.