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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.