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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.