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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.