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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 the Sonics 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.