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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.