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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.