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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Organ,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
DNA,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.