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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.