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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Magma to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.