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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.