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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Television,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Neu!,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.