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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.