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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.