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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.