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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.