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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.