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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.