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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.