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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.