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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.