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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.