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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.