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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.