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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.