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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.