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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.