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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.