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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.