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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.