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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.