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 Singapore 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.