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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Saints to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.