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 Andorra 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.