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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.