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 Libya 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.