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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.