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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
AZ,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.