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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Nas,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.