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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.