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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.