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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Skatalites to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.