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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Index,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.