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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.