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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Green 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.