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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.