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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.