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 East Timor 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.