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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Japan,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.