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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
PIL,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.