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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
UT,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.