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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.