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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.