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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Organ to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.