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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.