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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Scion,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.