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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
June Days,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.