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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.