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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.