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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.