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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.