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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.