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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.