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 Guinea 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Crime,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.