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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.