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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.