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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.