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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.