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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Darondo,
MC5,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.