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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.