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 Philippines and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.