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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.