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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.