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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.