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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.