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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Green 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.