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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Can,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.