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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.