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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.