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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.