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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.