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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
New Order,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.