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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.