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 Palau 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.