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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
10cc,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.