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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.