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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.