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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
10cc,
World's Most,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.