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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.