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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Remains to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.