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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.