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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.