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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Excepter,
UT,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.