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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.