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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.