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 Sudan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
a-ha,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.