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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.