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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Index,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.