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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.