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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.