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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.