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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 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 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.