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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.