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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Mars,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.