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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Television,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.