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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.