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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Television,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.