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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
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.