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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.