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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Can,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.