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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.