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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.