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 Thailand and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.