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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.