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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.