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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Crime,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.