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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.