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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.