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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
The Move,
the Association,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Can,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.