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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.