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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.