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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Franke,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.