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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
UT,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.