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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.