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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Pole,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.