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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.