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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.