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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.