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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.