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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.