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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.