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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Human League to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.