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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.