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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.