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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.