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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.