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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.