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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.