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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
PIL,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.