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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.