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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.