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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.