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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.