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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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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.