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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Sherman to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.