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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.