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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Franke,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.