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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.