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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.