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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.