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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Fear,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.