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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.