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 Malta and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.