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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.