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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.