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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.