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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.