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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Robert Görl 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.