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 France and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ludus to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.