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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.