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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.