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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Index,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Franke,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.