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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.