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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.