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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.