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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.