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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.