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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.