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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.