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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.