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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.