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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.