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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.