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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.