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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Inner City 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.