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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Visage,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.