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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Television,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.