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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.