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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Excepter,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.