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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Wings,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.