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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.