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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.