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 South Africa 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 Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.