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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.