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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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?
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Nico,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.