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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Zapp to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.