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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.