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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.