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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.