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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
DNA,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.