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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Inner City,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
The Martian,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.