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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.