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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.