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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.