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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.