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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.