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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.