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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
CMW,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.