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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.