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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Motorama,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.