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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.