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 Bolivia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Nas,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.