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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.