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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.