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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.