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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.