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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Index,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.