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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.