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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.