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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.