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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.