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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.