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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.