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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.