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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
The Litter,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.