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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.