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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.