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 Brazil and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.