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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.