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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.