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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.