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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.