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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.