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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Wire,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.