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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Nas,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.