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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.