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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.