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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.