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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.