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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.