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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Scion,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.