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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 güiro 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.