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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.