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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 Houston and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.