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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.