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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.