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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Magma,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.