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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.