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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.