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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Index,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
New Order,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.