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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.