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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.