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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.