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 Qatar 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Television,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.