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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.