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 Peru 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.