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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.