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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.