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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.