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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Can,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.