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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and 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?
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.