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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.