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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.