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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.