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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.