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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.