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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.