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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.