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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.