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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.