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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.