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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.