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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.