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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.