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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.