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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.