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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.