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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.