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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Organ,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.