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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Nico,
Zapp,
Magma,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.