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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.