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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Skriet,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.