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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.