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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Last Poets to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.