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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.