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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.