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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.