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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
UT,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.