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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Faust,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.