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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.