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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.