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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.