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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Nas,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.